OT. Sorry for the hijack Kris.
Menace is giving me her own form of drama. We are still holding food standoffs and I'm sure I half starved her yesterday. I was regaled with hours of crying meows/howls despite there being a bowl of wet food available if she cared to partake. By last night, I really wondered if I was going to survive the drama and vocalizing. I felt like I was torturing her albeit for her own good. Then she had me up half the night because she was down to 84 at +4. At that point I gave in and gave her a tiny bit of kibble which she happily gobbled up but then proceeded to howl again for more! I gave her the kibble in the hopes I could get some sleep but THAT was not to be for another two hours. Of course by then we had bounced up to 251! This morning I had to ply her with a few bits of kibble for her shot but then she reluctantly ate her FF without a pile of histrionics of burying the bowl, scratching the wall and howling and she ate her wet snack without incident! This is like dealing with a kid who wants dessert but won't eat their veggies! I'm getting too old for this crap! Time for a nap before I tackle the snow!
. How do these little critters who don't speak our language manage to convey their ideas so clearly?!